(C) Singleton 2009
It was the light from the stairway
door
dancing in smokey shadows....
long arms reaching out and touching
each and every garment there....
rattling old metal coat hangers....
Making me Look....
And there in the attic,I found her....
A thousand memories old...
the dress she loved in.....
perfectly pressed between the cornflower blue shirt
and the musky old trenchcoat of a stranger...
And when my eyes and the light were one...
I knew...
This was the dress I would wear...
barefooted at the ocean's edge,
in cowboy boots to our pretend Saloon...
This was the dress
I would wear
in my dreams.......
Watercolors, markers and Ink on a love~worn Sunday.....
Monday, February 02, 2009
Peace is a Vintage Dress, Singleton Hippie Art
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peace,
singleton hippie art,
vintage prarie dress
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11 comments:
The beauty of dreams...
they can come true!
Ahhh, sisterlove,
and
they do.....
Absolutely beautiful my friend,
Peace and love, M
I like this very much. It gave me a nice warm fuzzy feeling.
what a nostalgic picture !!sandy
I hope all your dreams come true, sister! :)
Peace, hugs & dreams,
T.
Maithri....
Thank you, so wishing you well. Watching and listening and praying for a respite to the fires and the suffering. Much love Friend, please keep us posted.
Avery....Thank you. I think that's the same feeling that set this inspiration free!
Ibeati...Yes, there's a certain peace in yesterday, I think. In the fit, the feel, the memories....
Todd... And I dream and dream and dream:) Wishing you the same!
Much Peace and Love, Friends...
i love your work!! really great! =)
swelch....Thank you so much! And I just have to tell you, I completely fell into your profile...it was as if I was reading a 30 year old page from my past....and jsyk...I am that old hippie....the one in the skirts, the barefoot pisces dancing in the kitchen!
Much Peace
Peace is a pair of comfy shoes...
Peace is a little bit of laughter...
Peace is a breath...
ILY
skinny....
a breath of salt air....
the wind tattered with kite strings....
words scribbled in wet sand....
peace is coming soon:)
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